Walking the plains of the Mensetta today. The green fields stretch for miles, tiny red poppies in direct contrast to the rest of its surrounds.
The weather is still extremely changable, with the winds chilling to the bone, but the sun scorching sunburn onto unprotected spots.
This is just one of the amazing structures constructed by pilgrims as they pass by. Everyone builts a little piece, the monument growing every day .
The long dusty road stretches out before us, snaking out over the hills.
Our lunchbreak sign. So glad to see it clocking downward.
The sweet, sweet view of our night stop.
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